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At this point I'll put emphasis on "slowly" and "steadily".
I'm often overly passionate and far from being restrained.
Not that I intended going all celibate as a consequence. Rather than devoting our attentions solely to each other, we'd both strayed. I was going to revert to type and alternate between being an utter slut, a complete harlot and a more or less total whore, albeit behaving like the sort of slut/harlot/whore with a genuine gold star. I was going to target every female who crossed my path, lezzie, bi or not. I parked in approximately the same spot almost every day, paying "rent" by using my East Morton local as often as possible, meaning minimally seven times a week. Sadly, the restaurant was fully booked up until five-thirty so, not wanting to drink ourselves to ruined livers, we had a couple of quiet ones before walking round the bend to fuck the afternoon away on my settee. I've mentioned Margot's nails before, I believe, although maybe I referred to them as talons or claws. Margot was as unreliable as ever but she still showed up once or twice a week. Lots of them were old school-friends who'd gone away to uni, graduated and stayed away.
Yet just then our hunger only had one inspiration, and it didn't include food.Trouble with exceptionally clever women was that they could see right through the likes of me. With apologies to Blackadder, she was so cunning you could pin a tail on her and call her a weasel. I knew it really should be over, but I was by no means convinced. If they needed me, I'd have been made aware by then. I can also say for certain that, sooner or later, she has always declared herself to be a "naughty girl" and insisted I spanked her to "teach me a lesson I won't forget". There she was, a pneumatic, red-hot blonde, ravenous for multiple increasingly bizarre positions, imploring me to fuck her harder, deeper . ***** Sinead was my prime contact at one of the Widget Company's component suppliers, based in Dublin.And, of course, they knew my faults and failings better than I did myself. Especially not if she got that tattoo she'd mentioned (the one close to her kitty, a love heart inscribed with "me too you", the words I had used way back, the very first time that she'd said she loved me). Not that there was anything remotely weasel-like about the girl. ***** Briefly, idly almost, I toyed with the idea of going in to work. Indeed if some crisis happened in the next few hours, I would very soon be made aware. Demanding or not, fucking Margot was never a hardship. We had spoken on the phone many times, developing an ever closer, evermore flirty relationship.But there had also been numerous less formal dalliances. Leaving Maxine 2, my (relatively) new Mini on The Busfeild Arms' car park, I went into the pub for one drink . She was also drop-dead gorgeous and dynamite between the sheets . Let's just say it really had been too long and we were both exceedingly up for it. Margot nearly always wants to be on the receiving end, preferably with a strapless strap-on involved. Correct me if I'm wrong, but what was there not to like about that? My hands gripping her tits as I gritted my teeth and fought off climaxes of my own . That is to say we alternated, spending one night in her bed, the next in mine. And when they did, they nearly always visited me as well. I class me as boyish and unattractive; girls with any degree of bi-curiosity at all seem to class me as alluring. I couldn't possibly ever allure myself, but I'm glad others feel differently. And sorry Danger Prone Daphne; I know you're really the glamour puss of the Mystery Machine crew; I sincerely do not know how I keep outdoing you! Oh yes, I had done a lot of catching up with exes but absolutely zero "new". At risk of alienating both my alter egos, my guardian angel and that little red devil, I'm obliged to admit I can be an awful perv whenever I see a new girl. innocent, incidental items like that, whether she's actually wearing them or not). Can't they appreciate what I could do for them if only they'd let me loose on their luscious bods?In other words we'd both been unfaithful without previously asking permission. I'd said that I wouldn't live with Kat again but hadn't closed the door on having sex with her, whenever she finally returned. She was also a brilliant IT programmer, always able to land a short-term contract at the drop of a hat. And that fucking with Margot was, as always, exquisite.) Then, around seven in the evening, we chatted in a civilized fashion as we dined in the pub restaurant before downing a couple more beers in the middle bar. And like every time without fail she produces raking claw marks on her lover's back. ***** Spanking Margot's ass again was sheer delight. ' Naturally, she knew exactly what she deserved so I duly put her across my knee and spanked her for maybe an hour. My tight belly on the fulcrum of her glowing, freshly smacked butt . We probably averaged three nights together a week, and three deliriously happy nights at that. Except "ex-lover" wasn't a term that really applied to me; I rarely burn any of my bridges and am always glad to see a familiar face . Something about my Velma Dinkley-like looks obviously works. Covertly, I take in every last detail, strip her naked mentally then replace a handful of items (you know what I mean: sexy bras; lacy black panties; suspender belts and stockings . Yes, the things I could do for them, again and again and again!